His most recent boudoir photo. A handsome boy to the end.
There will now be a brief mourning break following the departure of my cat Johnny, who at 19 was roughly the same age as this blog, for the Western lands. This is sad, not tragic — he had a good long run and enjoyed his time. But he will be missed. I’ll be back with more of my nonsense in a day or two.
Johnny was a good cat.
To echo what Christian said, Johnny was a good cat. Hard to believe it’s been nineteen years. I remember when he and Precious used to play together.
You gave them both a great home and I like to think they are frolicking together now, waiting for you.
Cat shaped consciousness
Free of all feline concerns
And now the trees purr
In fact he is buried among the redwoods behind the house. So… yes.